Die Qual der Wahl [1/?]
anonymous
May 26 2010, 19:47:00 UTC
As the evening wore on, he found himself having to forcibly look away from his older sister. He didn’t understand why - there was nothing particularly different about her today, save the simple black cocktail dress and the blood red knitted scarf that cascaded from her slender neck, tied to the side firmly in a floral loop. It had been a gift from Spain and she had worn it to accent Germany’s own red tie. It brought out the colour of her eyes but she never usually had such foresight when it came to something like fashion, and upon his own remark regarding it, she had promptly dismissed the idea.
Her behaviour, too, was normal. She was cocksure as usual, smile strident and self-confident but her laughter was maddeningly demure. If it weren’t for the fact that she hated absolutely everything about Austria and that the mad, murderous, war-mongering glint in her eyes was present, Germany could almost deign to think that she was flirting. It inspired quite a deal of tension in him, and upon sighting something in her hand hovering dangerously close to Austria’s glass, he had sidled along and whispered a warning in her ear. Her response had been a sharp, reproachful glare in his direction but she begrudgingly obeyed and the small packet that held a questionable powder disappeared from sight.
Aside from the lapse in dealing with Austria, because she never could treat him normally when she had fond memories of shredding him to pieces and conquering his vital regions in a startlingly violent way, Prussia was behaving. She never strayed too far away, always within sight, and she had stuck to socialising with the safer choice in guests: the Italies, Japan, Canada, Finland, Denmark and her two friends, France and Spain. She dodged any attempt molestation rather well and with minimal violence, and whenever potential troublemakers like Russia or Poland came along, she was quick to return to Germany’s side so that he could deal with them for her.
He could smell a faint floral perfume on her, something that mingled well with the sweet shampoo she normally used, and he noticed that she pressed herself against him whenever she had come to be rescued. She snaked an arm around his subconsciously for protection as well as to be held back, nursing her drink in her other hand as she idly exchanged words with her assailant with that dangerous glint in her eyes, not realising how aware Germany was of how warm her body felt fitted against his side and the soft curve of breast that he could feel even through their clothes. It caused a headache for him; he really didn’t need to be like this when they were trying to engage diplomatically in the post-conference party. Even Prussia was up to task, doing everything that had been asked of her perfectly. It was almost unnerving.
He wondered if he was imagining the smiles she lavished on him as they conversed with another nation, if those fluttered lashes and fond look were all in his head. He stopped drinking, the glass in his hand for show, wanting to rein himself in and avoid doing anything inappropriate just in case it proved to be that his sister was drunk.
And he swore, it was starting to seem like it.
Late in the party, when half the people were starting to get very tipsy, she caught his eye mid-conversation and cooed about the temperature being a bit warm. She hooked a finger in the middle of her dress’s neckline, where a hint of cleavage could be seen, and pulled, intending to fan herself with the other hand. From where he stood, he could make out that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Germany nearly choked on his wine.
Quickly, he was at her side in order to fend off any interest that France may begin to exhibit at her relaxed disposition, an arm around her shoulders as he said, with a stiff smile on his face, that perhaps they should take a walk outside to cool down. Prussia was silent, eyeing him expressionlessly until her usual smirk graced her features and she discreetly reached down behind them and grabbed Germany’s ass.
Die Qual der Wahl [2/?]
anonymous
May 26 2010, 19:48:17 UTC
Germany made an incomprehensible noise as he met Prussia’s smiling eyes at the contact, something wordless exchanged between them until Germany finally cleared his throat and made the decision to take them back. He didn’t need a scene and he didn’t need other nations to see a drunk Prussia putting the moves on her younger brother. Something, he noted wryly, that was working beautifully.
Prussia talked about the party idly as Germany drove them home, unable to ignore the hand on his thigh that just stayed there, no stroking, no intent to do anything, no indication of how Prussia was feeling. When Germany let them in, the first thing Prussia did was kick off her stilettos and flop on the couch, calling for some beer because she wasn’t nearly drunk enough. The only reason Germany obliged was because he needed one too.
He undid the first button of his black dress shirt and loosened his tie, sighing as he occupied the seat next to Prussia. He only grumbled slightly when he felt her hands play with his slicked back hair, mussing it out of place. Germany tilted his head towards her, a deadpan look in his eyes, something she reciprocated with a lazy grin. His eyes dropped for a second, one single second, and he saw her neckline pulled lower and her bare breasts pushing against the dress. She caught his brief distraction and her grin widened.
“Like what you see?” Prussia asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Germany muttered before he took a long drink from his beer.
Prussia laughed, the normal cackle not the demure one from the evening, and she leaned back, crossing her legs and her dress pulled higher and Germany was willing to bet anything that she was doing this on purpose. He could barely keep himself from looking at smooth white thighs that were exposed under the black dress and held himself in check with another draught of beer.
“What if I told you I wasn’t wearing any underwear either?”
Germany’s eyes widened and they snapped to her eyes. He tightened the grip on his bottle.
“That would be a lie,” he said stiffly.
“Oh? What makes you so sure?” Prussia smirked, kneeling on the couch and leaning towards him. Germany could smell perfume and beer and wine and her body was pressing against his again and it would be nothing to place a hand on her thigh and slide it up under her dress to find out.
“Because,” he said thickly, trying to keep calm, eyes on her face. “France was at the party.”
She let out a low chuckle that sent something straight to Germany’s groin. Prussia grabbed his tie and pulled him in, pressing a quaint peck on his lips. “You’re no fun anymore, West.”
He would have been indignant under normal circumstances, but the insinuations and the fact he could see her breasts and the feel of her lips against his and how obviously not drunk she was and the stillness of their own home was more than enough reason for his hand reaching underneath her dress. He felt the elastic of her underwear and slid his hand underneath it, cupping her ass and squeezing.
“I’m right,” he said over the pleased little sound she made, looping both her arms around his neck as she shifted her knees and had him between her legs. He took a final swig from his beer before placing the bottle on the table, hand on her other thigh and sliding it up slowly, pooling the dress around his wrist.
“Ding, ding, ding,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded. “You win a fucking prize.”
Die Qual der Wahl = the agony of choice. More next time!
Die Qual der Wahl [3/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 08:49:31 UTC
Germany bit his tongue, the hand on her thigh moving higher. He hooked a single finger in the waistband of her panties and pulled it lower, sliding along the length of it. “Would that prize be you shutting up for once?”
Prussia’s eyes flashed dangerously. “That prize is me not biting your dick off when I go down on you.”
Germany rolled his eyes. “I feel turned on already.”
“I bet,” Prussia smirked at him smugly, adjusting her position and grinding down on Germany. Something was definitely happy to see her, and getting much happier. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Who wouldn’t be when you have the epitome of sex on the verge of performing a lap dance?”
He quirked a brow, flipping the front part of her dress’s skirt aside and pulling the waistband of her panties into view, illuminated from behind by the kitchen light. They were white with blue polka dots on them. He smirked faintly at her, leaning back into the couch.
“Regular panties? Someone hasn’t been planning this very well.”
“They’re cute,” Prussia grumbled, sitting upright on Germany’s lap, tugging the undone shirt out of his trousers. “Besides, one of us has to be the non-sexual deviant around here. We can’t all watch leather bondage and dog porn all day. Don’t you have a kink for little girl panties or something? I mean, beyond the other hundred or so kinks you already subscribe to.”
“Thank you for making me out to be a paedophile, of all things,” Germany said with a long-suffering sigh, releasing her panties and pulling her in, lips on her neck, kissing and licking and biting. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, fingers sliding under his shirt and over his broad shoulders. “Hey, don’t mention it,” she said with a slight shiver, letting out another pleased sound when his hand travelled up between them and grabbed her breasts as the other began to squeeze her ass in earnest. She grinded down again, rutting as he guided her hips up and down, encouraging him on.
Germany began to kiss downwards, along the line of her throat and down her collarbone. He slid a finger into the intersection of her neckline and pulled it down, as she had earlier in the evening, eyes on hers as his tongue trailed lower. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, allowing him to free her chest from the confines of the dress with a good, solid jerk. There really was no bra, he noted, and it was a shame. He’d bought her some the last time they’d gone shopping for essentials that he’d rather liked: lacy and black, but nothing too fancy lest it seemed tasteless. He cupped one of her lily-white breasts in one hand, firm and full but not too big, and gave it a tight squeeze, massaging generously. His lips descended on her nipple, licking and sucking with fervour, rolling it lightly between his teeth and tongue as he watched her bite down a trembling lip. He attended to her other nipple with his fingers, twisting and pulling mercilessly, hand on her ass pulling her taut against him as they ground their hips together, and he bit down, earning a sharp gasp.
Prussia pushed him gently but insistently and he finally released her, leaning back into the couch. She was slightly flushed, but not particularly exerted. In the darkness of the living room, her white skin almost glowed. He could see it bloom red where there were teeth marks and shine with saliva where he had been lavishing his attention. Germany couldn’t help but enjoy the view, felt the overall look suited her rather prettily. She gripped his loosened tie and pulled lightly, recovering his focus.
“Want some head?” Prussia asked breathlessly, lashes fluttering, lips parted. He sat there expressionlessly for a moment as she caught her breath and his gaze fell from her lovely face to her exposed breasts and then to her groin, skirt pushed aside and revealing moist panties. His eyes flickered back upwards and his lips curved into a thin smile.
Die Qual der Wahl [4/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 09:11:08 UTC
“Not yet,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in for an embrace. She reciprocated with some degree of confusion, nestling against his body and turning her head inwards, mouth against his ear. She was about to run her tongue along it when she felt Germany pull her skirt up and another hand snake back down into her panties through the waistband and a finger pushing in right there.
“Oh god,” she moaned into his ear, pressing her body against his bare torso, cradling the back of his head with her hands as she clutched at his hair. She was wet and slick and he was moving his finger in and out of her, knowing exactly what to push, where she liked it, and soon he was fucking her at a frenetic pace and she was rocking her body against his. She hissed when he added in a second finger and stretched her apart, moving against him desperately, needing him to go faster, but any further motion was hindered with him holding her down by the waist.
Prussia tried to lean out of the hold but he persisted. ‘What are you doing?’ barely left her lips when he stretched her out further and slowly slid his fingers into her. She almost thrashed on the spot, unable to move, clawing against him now.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Shit. Don’t be a fucking tease.”
“It’s payback for your cutesy act at the party,” Germany murmured against her ear, sliding his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace in synchrony with her shuddered groans. It would be too slow for now. He thrust them deep into her, probing around carefully until she let out a cry of both pleasure and frustration.
“That it?” he asked, repeating the motion, and she let out a sob, clutching to him.
With some degree of satisfaction, he retained the angle, absorbing her sudden spasms of writhing as best he could, her moaning music to his ears until he felt her muscles twitching and tightening around his fingers. Germany slowed his pace immediately, and the response was a string of curses and a smack to his shoulder.
“I’m so fucking close,” she seethed with a gasp, vision out of focus and chest heaving. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving, however, and as they rolled back into her, Prussia’s back arched with a long moan. Germany smiled thinly as he contemplated reversing their positions on the couch, spreading her legs, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He quickly dismissed the idea, focusing on the task at hand and maintaining his pace until she finally came in shuddered pulses, with a slow, shaky breath. Prussia collapsed against him, exhausted and unsatisfied and incredibly dazed, not particularly responsive as Germany gathered her in his arms and carried her up to his bedroom.
Re: Die Qual der Wahl [4/?]
anonymous
May 29 2010, 16:51:54 UTC
You win a f***ing prize!!!
You, authornon, are the best! Prussia is sooo in character. I applaude this as the best part. Because of the teading and calling Germany over his kinks, Prussia won gold with the last part. :D
I would be stalking watching this and you.
reCaptcha: nebraska press. Whut Captcha? You think this kinkiness is worth newsprint? I agree. It's a new column then ;)
Die Qual der Wahl [5/?]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 11:41:06 UTC
He placed her gently on the bed, pulling the knot out of his tie and sliding it from his collar, deliberating something as he surveyed the room. Prussia stirred and sat up against the pillows that had been stacked against the headboard, looking at Germany with a mixture of irritation and impatience, still somewhat unfocused.
“You’re lucky you have a huge cock or I’d have ripped your balls off years ago,” she grumbled, closing her eyes and leaning back against the pillows with a sigh. He couldn’t help the faint smile at that and sat on the bed by her side, resting a hand on her leg and running it upwards, coarse fingers tracing out slow lines along the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Prussia let out a slow breath, shivering slightly as he lingered on a particularly sensitive spot and spread her legs so that he could go further. What he did, instead, was to keep skimming his fingers along delicate skin, pressing his palm flat down and massaging coaxingly. It felt good, comfortable, and before she realised it she was getting into the mood again. Prussia opened her eyes and levelled him with a rather serious look.
“Please tell me you’re making up for that utter bullshit you call ‘getting someone off.’”
Germany gave her a little grin and gently gripped both her thighs, moving them to bend upwards, giving him clear access to her groin. He directed her hands to hold them up herself and positioned himself properly, kneeling before her, one hand in the sheets and the other hand working her, thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit through her soaked panties.
Prussia groaned, low and soft, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, rolling her hips encouragingly in time with each little motion he made. He alternated between thumbing her clit and running his fingers along her vagina, just enough variation to keep her satisfied but not quite on the brink of climax. His eyes, however, were on her face, drinking in each contorted expression she made every time he pressed just a little harder or moved just a little faster. She started to moan loader, yeses and oh gods and West punctuating each little hitch and gasp until he realised that she was beginning to tremble and her chest was heaving with breathlessness.
Germany slowed to a complete stop, meeting her gaze with a smile as he slid his finger along the seams of her panties and tugged the crotch aside, exposing her vagina to the still air, something to which she responded with an almost relieved sound. He leant forward, hovering low over her, biting back the smirk at the expectant squirming. His lips pressed kisses against the quivering skin of her inner thigh as he pushed them taut against her body with his hands. He licked along the curve of it, trailing heat as he moved dangerously close but stopping short to bite down on the softness of her sensitive flesh, holding her down as his teeth broke the skin and drew blood, sucking to encourage the bruise that would form. He kissed back up to her calf, eyes smiling as they connected with hers, and after a time he returned to that fleshy spot near her groin to make another bruise.
He was in the midst of tracing little circles with his tongue when she finally let loose a frustrated noise.
“If you don’t eat my pussy in the next five seconds, I’m going to kick you in the teeth and spend the rest of the night fucking myself with a dildo.”
Prussia was above begging, that much he knew from the start. It was always a small thrill to break her down, get her to plead, and he would have teased her more, maybe even reprimanded her, but the look on her face and the tone she had used was everything that turned him on and soiled his sheets in the middle of his lonely nights alone (as a teenager, he tacked on quickly). Her eyes were misty and unfocused, cheeks flush red, lips wet and parted as she gasped for breath. She was trembling all over and had gotten particularly wet.
Die Qual der Wahl [6/?]
anonymous
May 31 2010, 13:22:10 UTC
“My apologies,” he said sincerely, smiling warmly before he descended, fully intending to make the next two minutes completely worth her while. He sucked - hard - on her clit, rubbing it with his tongue and licking lower, boring into her vagina with it, sliding in and out and eventually focusing on just that as he supplemented her neglected her clit with careful, fast and well-meaning fingers.
He felt her writhing wildly underneath him, screaming something that may well have been his nickname, and when she came this time, she did so with a violent jerk and a full moan. Her stiff body suspended in place for a moment and her widened eyes stared at nothing in particular on the ceiling, mouth open, muscle tense, and after a moment or two, like a sigh, her entire body relaxed into the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing, though short, became more even. Her hands and legs fell to the bed uselessly, and she lolled her head to the side. Her expression was mild, satisfied, and Germany was pretty sure she had mentally added to his repertoire ‘amazing mouth’ alongside ‘huge cock’.
“Honour redeemed,” she commented lazily, smirk in place. Germany smirked right back, leaning into the hand propping him up on the bed as she slowly sat up and crept towards him, palming the bulge in his pants daintily. She ghosted her lips across his jaw as she rubbed it, licking his earlobe and breathing softly into his ear, other hand exploring the firm expanse of his torso. Germany’s eyes fluttered momentarily, enjoying the attention.
“Why don’t you sit on the floor?” He’d learnt to word requests as suggestions, too. Prussia didn’t like to be ordered about (unless they were interacting within specific scenarios) and it had incredible potential to break the mood or turn the tables on him. As it were, Prussia replied with a peck to a little sensitive spot he had in the crook of his neck and complied demurely. He licked his lips as she undid his trousers, threading his fingers through her hair.
“It’s gotten long,” he murmured off-hand, briefly pinching a particularly long lock of hair between his fingers. She didn’t pause for a moment, pulling the zipper down smartly.
“Not much reason to parade as a guy in this day and age,” Prussia gripped his cock and he hissed. “’Sides, a bob would look cute on me, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” he gasped, agreeing for entirely different reasons. He gripped her hair, long enough for him to pull on now and thank god for it, and guided her as she closed her mouth around his cock and began to suck, moving her head up and down fairly swiftly. She didn’t seem to mind the hair pulling and Germany gladly filed that fact away for future use. Prussia licked along the length of his cock, sucking on the tip as her hand gripped the base firmly and began to pump. He rocked his hips rhythmically, tightening his grip on her hair and directing her once he couldn’t take it anymore. Germany thrust into her mouth, forcing her down on him for a good minute or so before releasing her. She pulled back, coughing out the pre-come that had gotten caught in her throat before she wiped her mouth and moved closer to him, arching a brow at him.
“Jesus, West, calm down,” she said without any real bite, grabbing both her breasts and squeezing them on either side of his cock. She pressed them together, enveloping him as much as she could and he began to thrust again, eyes half-closed and groaning as he threaded his fingers in her hair and gripped again. She tilted her head back slightly, meeting his eyes with that devilish curve of a smile, and dipped a little lower to lick the tip of his cock as it slid into her breasts. He swore with a growl, forcing her head down again with a lingering thrust and he came into her mouth.
Germany closed his eyes, shuddering as Prussia sucked out pulse after pulse of orgasm, and when he was done, he slouched, letting her go and running a hand through his own hair, a total mess now. He caught his breath, and Prussia stood up in front of him, about to divest herself of her clothes.
Uh. First time writing het porn and never really got the hang of euphemisms anyway. :Db Glad anons are liking and hoping it doesn't kill anything. apologies for Prussia's naughty mouth
Die Qual der Wahl [7/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 17:40:57 UTC
“Keep them on,” he said, only slightly breathless. When she raised her eyebrows at him, he conceded only one thing and with much less shame than he’d expected. “… I’ll take the pan- them off myself.”
She shot him an amused smile and the look on her face said, ‘So you do like little girl panties’, but that was something he couldn’t properly respond to. He opted to remain silent as she slid beside him on the bed, looping her arms around him. Prussia gently cupped his other cheek and pulled him in, sliding a finger along the line of his jaw and over his Adam’s apple, down his throat to his collarbone. She pressed her hand flat against his chest under the shirt and touched him lazily, resting her head against his shoulder, appreciating the firmness of muscle that still existed even under decades of paper pushing. He had lost his well-defined six-pack long ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to fret over it. Her body had become incomprehensibly soft over the years, after all. He loosely wrapped an arm around her waist, gently holding her and her own hands crept lower to unfasten his belt and trousers.
Prussia’s eyes landed on the tie that was still gripped in the hand that held Germany up on the bed. Her hands paused and she tilted her head back slightly to meet his eyes.
“What’s that for?”
“Well,” Germany said still catching his breath, more honest than usual in his afterglow, “I was wondering if I should tie you up or blindfold you.”
Prussia’s smile was lazy and indolent. ‘Fond’ came to mind. “Mm. Not tonight.”
Germany raised his eyebrows at her. She responded by cupping his chin and leaning in, speaking in that coy manner of hers. “Don’t you think I’ve been well-behaved?”
“Hardly,” Germany replied, taking into account the occurrences from the cocktail party, but fully aware that she was referring to everything from the beer onwards. She sidled even closer, pressing herself against him in a way that drove him insane, and, with a sweet little smile, let her hand fall lower to very slowly palm his crotch. He bit back a groan.
“Perhaps you’d like to instruct me in just what it is you consider good behaviour.” Here, her smile curled into her characteristic smirk. “Though that won’t make any difference considering the fact that I was your sole role model growing up.”
Germany rolled his eyes in response. “It explains a lot of things.”
“Chyeah, namely how awesome and manly you’ve grown up to be,” Prussia scoffed, neglecting his groin to pat him gently on his marvellously broad chest. “If I’d left you to Piano von Sissyburg, you’d probably have ended up like Italy.”
A poignant moment was spent picturing the hypothetical outcome.
They proceeded to dismiss it almost immediately.
“Forget the blindfold, I’m better off just gagging you,” Germany replied dryly.
Prussia arched a brow, pointedly glancing downwards. “I thought you liked my mouth.”
He flushed. “Occupied or shut,” he said a little too insistently.
Of all the things he had expected in reply, a reproachful look was certainly not one of them.
She was off him immediately, sitting upright and casting him an injured glance as she began to tuck her breasts back into her dress. He stared at her, confused with the sudden change of demeanour. At the bewildered expression on his face, Prussia shot him a disgruntled look and muttered, “You don’t hear me criticising you every time we have sex.”
Die Qual der Wahl [8/?]
anonymous
June 11 2010, 17:47:04 UTC
It dawned on him and he made to quickly remedy the error. He grasped her gently by the arm and pulled her into an embrace, absorbing her half-hearted struggles to hold her close as he showered kisses along her brow and down her nose to her lips, murmuring, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” all the while. He couldn’t see her face very well, but he could tell she was sulking. He threaded his fingers through her hair and cradled her head gently as he softly nuzzled her throat, as coaxingly as he could, other hand stroking slowly up and down the small of her back until she stopped resisting altogether. Prussia didn’t quite meet his eyes (and didn’t quite pout either) when he pulled back to plant a kiss on her lips.
“If it’s any consolation,” he said with a smile. “You have a very nice mouth.”
The gaze she held on him was a careful one, coupled with a visible pout, but she eventually let out a nonchalant shrug and averted her eyes. Germany knew he was in the clear then. With a grin, he gently guided her onto the bed proper and pushed her down, purposefully relieving her breasts from the dress once again and lifting the skirt up to completely expose her groin. He hooked both fingers through the waistband of her panties and removed them with a slightly mournful look. A quick glance at Prussia was enough to reveal a satisfied expression and he was happy to know things had picked up once again. With a smirk, he placed a hand over her groin and thumbed her clit, earning a sudden spasm from the body beneath him.
“That’s enough foreplay,” Prussia said, voice strained. He nodded in agreement.
He was quite tired of holding back.
I'm sorry for the delay! I was stuck on a multi I was writing, and I was stuck on this transition scene too. I wish Prussia didn't talk so much but... it refused to move forward without her talking. This, by no means, is the end of her sassing.
I just wanted to get something posted so that OP will know I'm still writing. Hopefully, the next scene will come out lol faster since it's the porn. XD
Her behaviour, too, was normal. She was cocksure as usual, smile strident and self-confident but her laughter was maddeningly demure. If it weren’t for the fact that she hated absolutely everything about Austria and that the mad, murderous, war-mongering glint in her eyes was present, Germany could almost deign to think that she was flirting. It inspired quite a deal of tension in him, and upon sighting something in her hand hovering dangerously close to Austria’s glass, he had sidled along and whispered a warning in her ear. Her response had been a sharp, reproachful glare in his direction but she begrudgingly obeyed and the small packet that held a questionable powder disappeared from sight.
Aside from the lapse in dealing with Austria, because she never could treat him normally when she had fond memories of shredding him to pieces and conquering his vital regions in a startlingly violent way, Prussia was behaving. She never strayed too far away, always within sight, and she had stuck to socialising with the safer choice in guests: the Italies, Japan, Canada, Finland, Denmark and her two friends, France and Spain. She dodged any attempt molestation rather well and with minimal violence, and whenever potential troublemakers like Russia or Poland came along, she was quick to return to Germany’s side so that he could deal with them for her.
He could smell a faint floral perfume on her, something that mingled well with the sweet shampoo she normally used, and he noticed that she pressed herself against him whenever she had come to be rescued. She snaked an arm around his subconsciously for protection as well as to be held back, nursing her drink in her other hand as she idly exchanged words with her assailant with that dangerous glint in her eyes, not realising how aware Germany was of how warm her body felt fitted against his side and the soft curve of breast that he could feel even through their clothes. It caused a headache for him; he really didn’t need to be like this when they were trying to engage diplomatically in the post-conference party. Even Prussia was up to task, doing everything that had been asked of her perfectly. It was almost unnerving.
He wondered if he was imagining the smiles she lavished on him as they conversed with another nation, if those fluttered lashes and fond look were all in his head. He stopped drinking, the glass in his hand for show, wanting to rein himself in and avoid doing anything inappropriate just in case it proved to be that his sister was drunk.
And he swore, it was starting to seem like it.
Late in the party, when half the people were starting to get very tipsy, she caught his eye mid-conversation and cooed about the temperature being a bit warm. She hooked a finger in the middle of her dress’s neckline, where a hint of cleavage could be seen, and pulled, intending to fan herself with the other hand. From where he stood, he could make out that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Germany nearly choked on his wine.
Quickly, he was at her side in order to fend off any interest that France may begin to exhibit at her relaxed disposition, an arm around her shoulders as he said, with a stiff smile on his face, that perhaps they should take a walk outside to cool down. Prussia was silent, eyeing him expressionlessly until her usual smirk graced her features and she discreetly reached down behind them and grabbed Germany’s ass.
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Prussia talked about the party idly as Germany drove them home, unable to ignore the hand on his thigh that just stayed there, no stroking, no intent to do anything, no indication of how Prussia was feeling. When Germany let them in, the first thing Prussia did was kick off her stilettos and flop on the couch, calling for some beer because she wasn’t nearly drunk enough. The only reason Germany obliged was because he needed one too.
He undid the first button of his black dress shirt and loosened his tie, sighing as he occupied the seat next to Prussia. He only grumbled slightly when he felt her hands play with his slicked back hair, mussing it out of place. Germany tilted his head towards her, a deadpan look in his eyes, something she reciprocated with a lazy grin. His eyes dropped for a second, one single second, and he saw her neckline pulled lower and her bare breasts pushing against the dress. She caught his brief distraction and her grin widened.
“Like what you see?” Prussia asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Germany muttered before he took a long drink from his beer.
Prussia laughed, the normal cackle not the demure one from the evening, and she leaned back, crossing her legs and her dress pulled higher and Germany was willing to bet anything that she was doing this on purpose. He could barely keep himself from looking at smooth white thighs that were exposed under the black dress and held himself in check with another draught of beer.
“What if I told you I wasn’t wearing any underwear either?”
Germany’s eyes widened and they snapped to her eyes. He tightened the grip on his bottle.
“That would be a lie,” he said stiffly.
“Oh? What makes you so sure?” Prussia smirked, kneeling on the couch and leaning towards him. Germany could smell perfume and beer and wine and her body was pressing against his again and it would be nothing to place a hand on her thigh and slide it up under her dress to find out.
“Because,” he said thickly, trying to keep calm, eyes on her face. “France was at the party.”
She let out a low chuckle that sent something straight to Germany’s groin. Prussia grabbed his tie and pulled him in, pressing a quaint peck on his lips. “You’re no fun anymore, West.”
He would have been indignant under normal circumstances, but the insinuations and the fact he could see her breasts and the feel of her lips against his and how obviously not drunk she was and the stillness of their own home was more than enough reason for his hand reaching underneath her dress. He felt the elastic of her underwear and slid his hand underneath it, cupping her ass and squeezing.
“I’m right,” he said over the pleased little sound she made, looping both her arms around his neck as she shifted her knees and had him between her legs. He took a final swig from his beer before placing the bottle on the table, hand on her other thigh and sliding it up slowly, pooling the dress around his wrist.
“Ding, ding, ding,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded. “You win a fucking prize.”
Die Qual der Wahl = the agony of choice. More next time!
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In love already, anon ♥ Can't wait for the next part! Prussia you are so devious!
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Prussia’s eyes flashed dangerously. “That prize is me not biting your dick off when I go down on you.”
Germany rolled his eyes. “I feel turned on already.”
“I bet,” Prussia smirked at him smugly, adjusting her position and grinding down on Germany. Something was definitely happy to see her, and getting much happier. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Who wouldn’t be when you have the epitome of sex on the verge of performing a lap dance?”
He quirked a brow, flipping the front part of her dress’s skirt aside and pulling the waistband of her panties into view, illuminated from behind by the kitchen light. They were white with blue polka dots on them. He smirked faintly at her, leaning back into the couch.
“Regular panties? Someone hasn’t been planning this very well.”
“They’re cute,” Prussia grumbled, sitting upright on Germany’s lap, tugging the undone shirt out of his trousers. “Besides, one of us has to be the non-sexual deviant around here. We can’t all watch leather bondage and dog porn all day. Don’t you have a kink for little girl panties or something? I mean, beyond the other hundred or so kinks you already subscribe to.”
“Thank you for making me out to be a paedophile, of all things,” Germany said with a long-suffering sigh, releasing her panties and pulling her in, lips on her neck, kissing and licking and biting. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, fingers sliding under his shirt and over his broad shoulders. “Hey, don’t mention it,” she said with a slight shiver, letting out another pleased sound when his hand travelled up between them and grabbed her breasts as the other began to squeeze her ass in earnest. She grinded down again, rutting as he guided her hips up and down, encouraging him on.
Germany began to kiss downwards, along the line of her throat and down her collarbone. He slid a finger into the intersection of her neckline and pulled it down, as she had earlier in the evening, eyes on hers as his tongue trailed lower. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, allowing him to free her chest from the confines of the dress with a good, solid jerk. There really was no bra, he noted, and it was a shame. He’d bought her some the last time they’d gone shopping for essentials that he’d rather liked: lacy and black, but nothing too fancy lest it seemed tasteless. He cupped one of her lily-white breasts in one hand, firm and full but not too big, and gave it a tight squeeze, massaging generously. His lips descended on her nipple, licking and sucking with fervour, rolling it lightly between his teeth and tongue as he watched her bite down a trembling lip. He attended to her other nipple with his fingers, twisting and pulling mercilessly, hand on her ass pulling her taut against him as they ground their hips together, and he bit down, earning a sharp gasp.
Prussia pushed him gently but insistently and he finally released her, leaning back into the couch. She was slightly flushed, but not particularly exerted. In the darkness of the living room, her white skin almost glowed. He could see it bloom red where there were teeth marks and shine with saliva where he had been lavishing his attention. Germany couldn’t help but enjoy the view, felt the overall look suited her rather prettily. She gripped his loosened tie and pulled lightly, recovering his focus.
“Want some head?” Prussia asked breathlessly, lashes fluttering, lips parted. He sat there expressionlessly for a moment as she caught her breath and his gaze fell from her lovely face to her exposed breasts and then to her groin, skirt pushed aside and revealing moist panties. His eyes flickered back upwards and his lips curved into a thin smile.
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“Oh god,” she moaned into his ear, pressing her body against his bare torso, cradling the back of his head with her hands as she clutched at his hair. She was wet and slick and he was moving his finger in and out of her, knowing exactly what to push, where she liked it, and soon he was fucking her at a frenetic pace and she was rocking her body against his. She hissed when he added in a second finger and stretched her apart, moving against him desperately, needing him to go faster, but any further motion was hindered with him holding her down by the waist.
Prussia tried to lean out of the hold but he persisted. ‘What are you doing?’ barely left her lips when he stretched her out further and slowly slid his fingers into her. She almost thrashed on the spot, unable to move, clawing against him now.
“Shit,” she hissed. “Shit. Don’t be a fucking tease.”
“It’s payback for your cutesy act at the party,” Germany murmured against her ear, sliding his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace in synchrony with her shuddered groans. It would be too slow for now. He thrust them deep into her, probing around carefully until she let out a cry of both pleasure and frustration.
“That it?” he asked, repeating the motion, and she let out a sob, clutching to him.
With some degree of satisfaction, he retained the angle, absorbing her sudden spasms of writhing as best he could, her moaning music to his ears until he felt her muscles twitching and tightening around his fingers. Germany slowed his pace immediately, and the response was a string of curses and a smack to his shoulder.
“I’m so fucking close,” she seethed with a gasp, vision out of focus and chest heaving. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving, however, and as they rolled back into her, Prussia’s back arched with a long moan. Germany smiled thinly as he contemplated reversing their positions on the couch, spreading her legs, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He quickly dismissed the idea, focusing on the task at hand and maintaining his pace until she finally came in shuddered pulses, with a slow, shaky breath. Prussia collapsed against him, exhausted and unsatisfied and incredibly dazed, not particularly responsive as Germany gathered her in his arms and carried her up to his bedroom.
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You, authornon, are the best! Prussia is sooo in character. I applaude this as the best part. Because of the teading and calling Germany over his kinks, Prussia won gold with the last part. :D
I would be stalking watching this and you.
reCaptcha: nebraska press. Whut Captcha? You think this kinkiness is worth newsprint? I agree. It's a new column then ;)
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“You’re lucky you have a huge cock or I’d have ripped your balls off years ago,” she grumbled, closing her eyes and leaning back against the pillows with a sigh. He couldn’t help the faint smile at that and sat on the bed by her side, resting a hand on her leg and running it upwards, coarse fingers tracing out slow lines along the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Prussia let out a slow breath, shivering slightly as he lingered on a particularly sensitive spot and spread her legs so that he could go further. What he did, instead, was to keep skimming his fingers along delicate skin, pressing his palm flat down and massaging coaxingly. It felt good, comfortable, and before she realised it she was getting into the mood again. Prussia opened her eyes and levelled him with a rather serious look.
“Please tell me you’re making up for that utter bullshit you call ‘getting someone off.’”
Germany gave her a little grin and gently gripped both her thighs, moving them to bend upwards, giving him clear access to her groin. He directed her hands to hold them up herself and positioned himself properly, kneeling before her, one hand in the sheets and the other hand working her, thumb rubbing slow circles over her clit through her soaked panties.
Prussia groaned, low and soft, closing her eyes and tilting her head back, rolling her hips encouragingly in time with each little motion he made. He alternated between thumbing her clit and running his fingers along her vagina, just enough variation to keep her satisfied but not quite on the brink of climax. His eyes, however, were on her face, drinking in each contorted expression she made every time he pressed just a little harder or moved just a little faster. She started to moan loader, yeses and oh gods and West punctuating each little hitch and gasp until he realised that she was beginning to tremble and her chest was heaving with breathlessness.
Germany slowed to a complete stop, meeting her gaze with a smile as he slid his finger along the seams of her panties and tugged the crotch aside, exposing her vagina to the still air, something to which she responded with an almost relieved sound. He leant forward, hovering low over her, biting back the smirk at the expectant squirming. His lips pressed kisses against the quivering skin of her inner thigh as he pushed them taut against her body with his hands. He licked along the curve of it, trailing heat as he moved dangerously close but stopping short to bite down on the softness of her sensitive flesh, holding her down as his teeth broke the skin and drew blood, sucking to encourage the bruise that would form. He kissed back up to her calf, eyes smiling as they connected with hers, and after a time he returned to that fleshy spot near her groin to make another bruise.
He was in the midst of tracing little circles with his tongue when she finally let loose a frustrated noise.
“If you don’t eat my pussy in the next five seconds, I’m going to kick you in the teeth and spend the rest of the night fucking myself with a dildo.”
Prussia was above begging, that much he knew from the start. It was always a small thrill to break her down, get her to plead, and he would have teased her more, maybe even reprimanded her, but the look on her face and the tone she had used was everything that turned him on and soiled his sheets in the middle of his lonely nights alone (as a teenager, he tacked on quickly). Her eyes were misty and unfocused, cheeks flush red, lips wet and parted as she gasped for breath. She was trembling all over and had gotten particularly wet.
Maybe he had teased her a little too much.
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He felt her writhing wildly underneath him, screaming something that may well have been his nickname, and when she came this time, she did so with a violent jerk and a full moan. Her stiff body suspended in place for a moment and her widened eyes stared at nothing in particular on the ceiling, mouth open, muscle tense, and after a moment or two, like a sigh, her entire body relaxed into the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing, though short, became more even. Her hands and legs fell to the bed uselessly, and she lolled her head to the side. Her expression was mild, satisfied, and Germany was pretty sure she had mentally added to his repertoire ‘amazing mouth’ alongside ‘huge cock’.
“Honour redeemed,” she commented lazily, smirk in place. Germany smirked right back, leaning into the hand propping him up on the bed as she slowly sat up and crept towards him, palming the bulge in his pants daintily. She ghosted her lips across his jaw as she rubbed it, licking his earlobe and breathing softly into his ear, other hand exploring the firm expanse of his torso. Germany’s eyes fluttered momentarily, enjoying the attention.
“Why don’t you sit on the floor?” He’d learnt to word requests as suggestions, too. Prussia didn’t like to be ordered about (unless they were interacting within specific scenarios) and it had incredible potential to break the mood or turn the tables on him. As it were, Prussia replied with a peck to a little sensitive spot he had in the crook of his neck and complied demurely. He licked his lips as she undid his trousers, threading his fingers through her hair.
“It’s gotten long,” he murmured off-hand, briefly pinching a particularly long lock of hair between his fingers. She didn’t pause for a moment, pulling the zipper down smartly.
“Not much reason to parade as a guy in this day and age,” Prussia gripped his cock and he hissed. “’Sides, a bob would look cute on me, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” he gasped, agreeing for entirely different reasons. He gripped her hair, long enough for him to pull on now and thank god for it, and guided her as she closed her mouth around his cock and began to suck, moving her head up and down fairly swiftly. She didn’t seem to mind the hair pulling and Germany gladly filed that fact away for future use. Prussia licked along the length of his cock, sucking on the tip as her hand gripped the base firmly and began to pump. He rocked his hips rhythmically, tightening his grip on her hair and directing her once he couldn’t take it anymore. Germany thrust into her mouth, forcing her down on him for a good minute or so before releasing her. She pulled back, coughing out the pre-come that had gotten caught in her throat before she wiped her mouth and moved closer to him, arching a brow at him.
“Jesus, West, calm down,” she said without any real bite, grabbing both her breasts and squeezing them on either side of his cock. She pressed them together, enveloping him as much as she could and he began to thrust again, eyes half-closed and groaning as he threaded his fingers in her hair and gripped again. She tilted her head back slightly, meeting his eyes with that devilish curve of a smile, and dipped a little lower to lick the tip of his cock as it slid into her breasts. He swore with a growl, forcing her head down again with a lingering thrust and he came into her mouth.
Germany closed his eyes, shuddering as Prussia sucked out pulse after pulse of orgasm, and when he was done, he slouched, letting her go and running a hand through his own hair, a total mess now. He caught his breath, and Prussia stood up in front of him, about to divest herself of her clothes.
Uh. First time writing het porn and never really got the hang of euphemisms anyway. :Db Glad anons are liking and hoping it doesn't kill anything. apologies for Prussia's naughty mouth
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The part where he fingered her through her pants was epic.
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She shot him an amused smile and the look on her face said, ‘So you do like little girl panties’, but that was something he couldn’t properly respond to. He opted to remain silent as she slid beside him on the bed, looping her arms around him. Prussia gently cupped his other cheek and pulled him in, sliding a finger along the line of his jaw and over his Adam’s apple, down his throat to his collarbone. She pressed her hand flat against his chest under the shirt and touched him lazily, resting her head against his shoulder, appreciating the firmness of muscle that still existed even under decades of paper pushing. He had lost his well-defined six-pack long ago, but she couldn’t find it in herself to fret over it. Her body had become incomprehensibly soft over the years, after all. He loosely wrapped an arm around her waist, gently holding her and her own hands crept lower to unfasten his belt and trousers.
Prussia’s eyes landed on the tie that was still gripped in the hand that held Germany up on the bed. Her hands paused and she tilted her head back slightly to meet his eyes.
“What’s that for?”
“Well,” Germany said still catching his breath, more honest than usual in his afterglow, “I was wondering if I should tie you up or blindfold you.”
Prussia’s smile was lazy and indolent. ‘Fond’ came to mind. “Mm. Not tonight.”
Germany raised his eyebrows at her. She responded by cupping his chin and leaning in, speaking in that coy manner of hers. “Don’t you think I’ve been well-behaved?”
“Hardly,” Germany replied, taking into account the occurrences from the cocktail party, but fully aware that she was referring to everything from the beer onwards. She sidled even closer, pressing herself against him in a way that drove him insane, and, with a sweet little smile, let her hand fall lower to very slowly palm his crotch. He bit back a groan.
“Perhaps you’d like to instruct me in just what it is you consider good behaviour.” Here, her smile curled into her characteristic smirk. “Though that won’t make any difference considering the fact that I was your sole role model growing up.”
Germany rolled his eyes in response. “It explains a lot of things.”
“Chyeah, namely how awesome and manly you’ve grown up to be,” Prussia scoffed, neglecting his groin to pat him gently on his marvellously broad chest. “If I’d left you to Piano von Sissyburg, you’d probably have ended up like Italy.”
A poignant moment was spent picturing the hypothetical outcome.
They proceeded to dismiss it almost immediately.
“Forget the blindfold, I’m better off just gagging you,” Germany replied dryly.
Prussia arched a brow, pointedly glancing downwards. “I thought you liked my mouth.”
He flushed. “Occupied or shut,” he said a little too insistently.
Of all the things he had expected in reply, a reproachful look was certainly not one of them.
She was off him immediately, sitting upright and casting him an injured glance as she began to tuck her breasts back into her dress. He stared at her, confused with the sudden change of demeanour. At the bewildered expression on his face, Prussia shot him a disgruntled look and muttered, “You don’t hear me criticising you every time we have sex.”
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“If it’s any consolation,” he said with a smile. “You have a very nice mouth.”
The gaze she held on him was a careful one, coupled with a visible pout, but she eventually let out a nonchalant shrug and averted her eyes. Germany knew he was in the clear then. With a grin, he gently guided her onto the bed proper and pushed her down, purposefully relieving her breasts from the dress once again and lifting the skirt up to completely expose her groin. He hooked both fingers through the waistband of her panties and removed them with a slightly mournful look. A quick glance at Prussia was enough to reveal a satisfied expression and he was happy to know things had picked up once again. With a smirk, he placed a hand over her groin and thumbed her clit, earning a sudden spasm from the body beneath him.
“That’s enough foreplay,” Prussia said, voice strained. He nodded in agreement.
He was quite tired of holding back.
I'm sorry for the delay! I was stuck on a multi I was writing, and I was stuck on this transition scene too. I wish Prussia didn't talk so much but... it refused to move forward without her talking. This, by no means, is the end of her sassing.
I just wanted to get something posted so that OP will know I'm still writing. Hopefully, the next scene will come out lol faster since it's the porn. XD
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